Dear Friends,
Right now, I’m going to tell you what to do if you’re a nice young lady who’s feeling a little bored or maybe lonely, or a bit out of sorts; read closely, follow along, it’s easy, here we go:
DON’T show your titties to Ben Stiller. But, you say, you need something to help you pass away your stupid youth? Some entertainment? OK, go rub your face with potato chips. Or start a b-log. Or why not go to the movies. Just don’t see Greenberg. Or that g-d Crazy Heart, neither. It’s ditto the no titties rule for Jeff Bridges. Don’t. Do. It. Those pathetic bloodsuckers don’t deserve you. Guaranteed, there’s nothing inherently deep about mentally ill alcoholics. They’re not enigmatic, just self-obsessed smelly old shitbirds. Thinking of you, Super Glossy
Right now, I’m going to tell you what to do if you’re a nice young lady who’s feeling a little bored or maybe lonely, or a bit out of sorts; read closely, follow along, it’s easy, here we go:
DON’T show your titties to Ben Stiller. But, you say, you need something to help you pass away your stupid youth? Some entertainment? OK, go rub your face with potato chips. Or start a b-log. Or why not go to the movies. Just don’t see Greenberg. Or that g-d Crazy Heart, neither. It’s ditto the no titties rule for Jeff Bridges. Don’t. Do. It. Those pathetic bloodsuckers don’t deserve you. Guaranteed, there’s nothing inherently deep about mentally ill alcoholics. They’re not enigmatic, just self-obsessed smelly old shitbirds. Thinking of you, Super Glossy
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